Quinn Fabray is the best.

Working for the Charlie Townsend Agency is an elite privilege. When it was founded, the agency made great strides for women, giving them an opportunity to do great things with their police academy training instead of graduating to become a switch board operator or a police assistant. Not that there was anything wrong with those positions, but they were the usual designation for women regardless of academy training. All of the agents in the agency were the top female students of their class, scouted and vetted by Charlie himself. He was always some sort of an enigma, no one really having a clear idea of who he was, or what he looked like. It's been rumored that he might even secretly be a she.

But Quinn didn't care. All that mattered to her was that she was the best agent in the entire angel network. She had all the medals and bonuses in the world to show for it. Also, she wasn't very modest about it.

It was with a cocky swagger that she strolled through the office with a maple bacon donut in her mouth and an Expresso in her hand. She was a couple minutes late because she had a hot shower that ran a little over this morning, but it wasn't her fault! She couldn't just refuse her sexy model guest shower sex. I mean, the lady was a model. A short brunette with dark skin and a sexy mouth and even though she can't quite remember what her name was she remembers the important things, like dat ass.

If Quinn wasn't already a Christian she'd probably make dat ass her God and worship it daily. But since she is she'll probably have to repent for worshipping it this morning.

—

"Fabray, nice of you to join us half an hour late." Quinn's supervisor, Schuester sneered.

Quinn figured he was probably just jealous that Quinn was the favorite. It happens. Or he's probably just got his dick in a bend cause Quinn gets more female attention than he does. Whatever the reason, dude is always on her about irrelevant complaints and trying to lecture her about teamwork and professional conduct. Whatever. Quinn knows its got more to do with that cute red head agent he had his eye on that Quinn had dinner with last week. And dessert. And breakfast. It was a little weird watching her clean her apartment though, but she did an excellent job so Quinn can't complain. She actually thanked her and sent flowers the next morning.

"Busy morning," Quinn stated breezily, dropping unceremoniously into one of the chairs at the conference table. She hadn't noticed the other two agents sitting across from her yet, unamused by her disregard for punctuality. "What's the situation for today?"

Schuester glared at her "Before you rudely interrupted, I was debriefing Agents Berry and Lopez here about the current mission. They will be working with you to—"

"No thank you." Quinn interrupted. "I've never needed back-up and I don't need it now."

Agent Berry scoffed at the dismissal. Agent Lopez snorted in amusement. Schuester looked like he was turning into a tomato.

Quinn finished her donut.

"How completely unprofessional!" Agent Berry argued. "You show up tardy to an important meeting, failing to offer any apologies and rudely eating pastries, and then you have the nerve to undermine our importance to this mission? I'll have you know—"

"Agent Berry" Schuester groaned. "Please, if I could continue.."

Agent Lopez snickered.

Quinn couldn't help but smirk at the outburst, "Agent Berry, is it? Pleasure to meet you. I'm Elite Agent Quinn Fabray" she said, blantly leering at her peers. "Pleasure to meet you as well, Agent Lopez."

"Pleasure's all mine Blondie." Agent Lopez smirked.

Schuester was extremely annoyed. "Guys, could we just—"

"I'm not certain I want to be subjected to the displeasure of working with you." Agent Berry continued haughtily. "If this is how you operate—"

"Excuse me? The title Elite Agent Fabray speaks for itself—"

"Guys—"

They were interrupted by a loud whistle. Everyone turned their attention to Agent Lopez. "Schuester, why don't you send us an email containing the details. I'm sure Agent Berry and I can bring Elite Agent Fabray up to speed on the basic objectives." She said with a smoldering gaze in Quinn's direction.

Schuester groaned in annoyance. "Fine, meeting adjourned then."

As he was walking out of the office, Quinn called out to him "Tell Emma I said hi!" And laughed when she heard him crash into something around the corner.

—

They were headed to Peru.

There was black market salesman there trying to sell off stolen organs.. and diamonds. Apparently he had his hand in many trades. His name was Kurt Hummel and he was described as an affluent man with a penchant for fashion, fine jewels, and stolen body parts. Quinn didn't question it, some people were just weird. She didnt want to question how a person got into the organ business. Anyway, he did most of his dealings through his right hand man, Blaine Anderson, and had a full head of security led by a man named Dave Karofsky. He was holding a party for his step-brother Finn in Lima, Peru which served as an auction table for his... merchandise.

At least, that's the gist of what Quinn could pick up from their debriefing. She could hardly concentrate because as soon as Schuester left them to their own devices, Agent Lopez immediately attempted to calm Agent Berry by leaning over to sensually whisper something in her ear, while keeping her eyes on Quinn. Quinn could tell a seduction attempt from a mile away, and she was currently on the receiving end of one. Since that little stunt, Quinn couldn't keep her mind off the two Agents wondering about their relationship and whether they'd be down for a third. Because Quinn was so very into that.

So they were currently on a Angels jet to Lima and Quinn was watching the two brunettes' interactions with each other. Agent Berry had her hand stroking Agent Lopez's hair while she rested her head on her shoulder. Quinn was trying to focus on her mission folder that Schuester provided but it was proving to be a failed attempt. Quinn may not outwardly present it but she did take her job at the agency very seriously. She was the best for a reason, she just liked snubbing the male staff members who were constantly looking down on her because she was a woman. She wasn't sure why they even chose to work for the agency if they were just going to be intimidated by women who earned a better living and did more meaningful work than they did. And she was absolutely tired of every pre-pubescent frat boy that applied for the job solely to work around hot women thinking they had a shot with her regardless of her extremely lesbian reputation. It was infuriating. But she was, indeed, a professional so she decided the best way to sate her curiosity would be to just ask.

Agent Berry was aware that Elite Agent Fabray was subtly watching them. She wanted to stay annoyed at the cocky behavior the woman was exhibiting but she couldn't deny her accolades. Elite Agent Fabray was also the prettiest girl she'd ever met—other than Santana—but she was a lot more than that. Agent Berry knew that beautiful women like herself who worked in a male dominated field often needed to build up walls to protect themselves from the constant pestering of their male peers. It was why she chose to accept her invitation into this agency. She and Santana had encountered the misogenistic attitudes of the other students day one at the police academy. She could only imagine what it must have been like for someone as beautiful as Elite Agent Fabray. Her superior performance there definitely wouldn't have gained her any fans.

Agent Berry also couldn't deny her attraction to Elite Agent Fabray. If her looks and skill weren't already enough, she couldn't help but be enticed by the way the woman portrayed a graceful dominance about her. Her behavior towards Schuester had been rude, but Schuester was also an ass. Agent Berry hoped that Elite Agent Fabray would be much more respectful towards those who deserved it since she commanded so much of it herself.

Agent Berry caught Elite Agent Fabray's eye when she glanced in their direction again. She decided to give the woman a disarming smile, to show that there were no hard feelings left over from their meeting that morning.

Quinn smiled back. "Look, we got off on the wrong foot this morning. I apologize for being so dismissive of you. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Its okay, Fabray" Agent Berry replied. "I must admit, you did bring a little excitement into what was otherwise a very lackluster meeting."

Quinn laughed. "Schuester can be a little obnoxious at times. I'm not really sure what his job is. He seems to think he's a life coach or something, but he fails to apply his own lectures." Quinn snarked. "You can call be Quinn, by the way."

"Alright then, Quinn." Rachel smirked. "Then I suppose I could allow you to call me Rachel. I am supposed to be trusting you with my life with this mission, after all. We could at least be as intimate as a first name basis."

Quinn's eyebrow raised at Rachel's chosen adjective. She glanced at Agent Lopez again, but she seemed to be sleeping. "So you two been.. partners.. for long?"

Rachel snorted at Quinn's attempt at subtlety. "Yes, we have. We grew up together in Ohio and wanted to do something spectacular with our otherwise boring lives. We went into the police academy praying for an Angels invite and worked hard for it. We were seperated until recently because I was working undercover as a Broadway actress for five years, while Santana had missions in Russia and Japan. We were ecstatic to be partnered together for this mission." She finished with a wink.

"Oh wait! That's where I've seen you! You starred in the revival of Funny Girl." Quinn scrunched her eyebrows. "That's odd that they would have an agent in such a spotlighted position."

"Yes well," Rachel sighed. "Its also why I've been blocked from nation cases. I'm strictly international from now on. Unless of course, I agree to cosmetic surgery so they can change my outward appearance. But I refuse to get a nose job." Rachel growled.

"You're gorgeous." Quinn blurted. "I mean, I agree with your decision. I would hate for them to take away from your natural beauty."

Rachel smiled, accepting the compliment but couldn't help teasing Quinn. "You're quite the charmer Elite Agent Fabray. But maybe you should finish up that assignment folder."

"I am." Quinn retorted. She returned her eyes to the folder in her lap but couldn't hide her smile.

—

In order to infiltrate the party, Rachel was supposed to act as bait. She was meant to distract Finn Hudson and gain access into the mansion, then scope out the area and provide intel to Santana and Quinn so they could then enter and locate Kurt Hummel and his clientele. Finn's knowledge of the business dealings going on was unconfirmed, but the agency believed that he truly thinks his step brother is just throwing him a party. A random party. Probably to celebrate his awesomeness. His portfolio stated that he wasn't very bright.

They were on the lookout for Hummel and Anderson, and needed to avoid Karofsky. When Rachel got inside she needed to find him, and inform Quinn and Santana of his whereabouts. This mission would run smoothly without his interference.

They were sitting in a jet black Lincoln MKZ with dark windows. Quinn couldn't keep her eyes off Rachel. They were supposed to be solidifying the plan one more time so that everyone was on the same page, but Rachel.

She was wearing a shimmering tan gown that matched her skin tone, that made her look like she was wearing a gown made of tiny diamonds. Her hair was in waves down her back, but pulled up in the front so as to not cover any part of her gorgeous face. Her brown eyes were enhanced by the copper colored eyeliner she was wearing, and her eyelashes were lengthened by dark mascara. Her lips were plump and shiny with pink lipstick topped off with a jewel gloss. If Finn didn't notice her immediately, he's just gay.

Hell, Hummel would probably notice her first.

Santana was amused by Quinn's lustful reactions to Rachel. She drove the car up to the entrance so that Rachel could make her way inside. She and Quinn were both dressed in black agency issued stealth attire and wore high ponytails. They needed to be as inconspicuous as possible while they scaled they building in the dark. They only had to wait for Rachel to give them the word.

Santana leaned over to give Rachel a quick peck before she got out. "Be careful, okay?"

"You too, baby" Rachel replied, before turning her attention to Quinn. "Fabray" she winked, and then opened the door and accepted the hand of a gentlemen escorting guests inside.

"Hot damn.." Quinn murmured, cutting her eyes to Santana's reflecting back at her in the rear view mirror.

Santana smirked "See something you like, Elite Agent Fabray?"

It was going to be a long night.

—

Quinn loved women. There was no doubt about that. But good lord, she'd never allowed herself to be this distracted while on a mission. She was currently hanging off the side of a building for Gods sake! But come on! she'd made the mistake of letting Santana lead the line up the wall and now dat ass was right there. And okay, maybe Quinn had never considered how lucky she truly was to be handed solo missions because at this rate she had no choice but to believe that if she had be previously taunted by hot bodies literally dangling a few feet front of her she'd be fucking up missions left and right. Those standard issue pants fit Santana's ass like a glove. Quinn wanted to reach out and squeeze dat ass. But as much as a lecherous ass she was in her mind she'd never disrespect another woman that way. But asking her to control her thoughts was a little too much to ass. Erm, ask.

Santana was highly aware of Quinn's internal struggle and was enjoying it immensely, but her girl needed them to be alert for her safety. However she couldn't help but add an extra sway to her hips as she ascended the wall with Quinn right behind her. Quinn wasn't paying attention to her own movement and mistakenly grabbed the wrong clip, almost sending herself careening into the bushes below. Santana chucked to herself as she heard Quinn exhale deeply and mumble to herself.

"Fabray, is something wrong down there?" She asked quietly, glancing beneath herself at Quinn.

"No, everything's fine." Quinn mumbled, reattaching the hook and pulling herself upright.

"It'd be great if you could focus then." Santana retorted smugly.

Quinn was thankful the woman couldn't see her blush in the dark.

—

Rachel had gotten in relatively easy.

"Finn's harmless" her voice whispered through the ear piece. "Other than being kind of handsy, he's not an issue. He seems to be completely under the impression that Hummel brought him on a vacation or something and that this party is simply a celebration. He's been gushing about his step brother all night. He's a bit hammered."

Quinn snickered. "What a dumb-ass.."

"Have you been able to locate Karofsky?" Santana asked.

"Yes." Rachel replied. "You two should have no problem sneaking in from where you are. Karofsky hasn't left Hummel's side all night and he is currently mingling with his clients with Anderson hanging off his arm. If you get in upstairs before they get up there, I'm almost certain he will leave Karofsky at the door, and you'll be able to ambush Hummel from inside."

"Okay baby, Fabray and I will make our way to Hummel's suite. Keep us posted on their location, and be careful with Sasquach. I know you can handle him but he's four times your size."

Rachel giggled quietly. "I'm fine, sweetheart. You just look out for Elite Agent Fabray"

"Hey!"

—

They were cramped together watching the exchange through the slats of an air shaft. Santana was prone against the vent with Quinn practically on top of her. It was the only way they could both see out of the small window.

Quinn was trying her damnedest to focus on the mission and ignore the ass pressing into her groin. This was nothing short of torture, and they hadn't covered this shit in the academy.

Hummel was sitting on an expensive couch across from a potential buyer, with his arm around Anderson. It looked like their relationship was actually a lot more personal that they were previously led to believe. Anderson was being petted like an obedient little puppy at the moment while Kurt talked his way into a deal.

They just needed to either hear an agreement or see a handshake. Then they could act. They knew it was unlikely that the merchandise would be present during the transaction but they needed a confirmation of purchase. They'd bugged the room earlier to get audio evidence to support an arrest. If they got what they needed a team of agents would copter in and bust up this party.

Santana could feel Quinn's laboured breaths on the back of her neck. Quinn was trying to be perfectly still to decrease the invasiveness of the intimate position. Santana kept her eyes and her ears on Hummel but couldn't resist pressing back into Quinn with a smirk.

Quinn's breath hitched. Santana swallowed a chuckle. Okay, they needed to focus.

But Quinn had been tempted and couldn't fight a responding grind.

"Fabray?"

"Yeah?"

"This isn't the time or the place."

"You started it—"

"And I wouldn't be opposed to finishing it, at an appropriate time."

Quinn choked on her spit and coughed, and the noise echoed in the metal shaft. The men in the room paused, until Kurt placated them with an assumption that it was just pipes groaning. Quinn gulped and thanked God that she hadn't just compromised their position.

—

After they made the call for backup they met up with Rachel outside the mansion as it was being raided by agents. They watched as multiple guests were arrested along with Hummel and his men.

"The best, huh?" Santana said smugly. Quinn's cheeks were bright red and she smiled contritely.

"So, uh.. about earlier." Quinn mumbled. She had no idea where the bashfulness was coming from. She was usually such a boss with the ladies. She cleared her throat and straightened her spine. "Let me take you ladies out to dinner, it's the least I could do for almost fucking up the mission."

Rachel and Santana smiled at the uncharacteristically shy agent. "Dinner sounds lovely, Quinn." Rachel said.

"Maybe then we can help you learn to focus on the task at hand" Santana whispered hotly in her ear.

"I agree," Rachel said, molding her body into Quinn's other side. "You seemed rather distracted tonight."

Quinn groaned. Maybe she was the best. But she so wouldn't mind being partnered with these two again. Consequences be damned!

In fact, she was ridiculously into that.

A/N: I apologize for the perverse combination of feminism and womanizing in this fic, lol.